Sunday, January 23, 2011

1. One bath, followed by froggy bath towel.2. One beautiful weekend in January. Note lack of snow.3. Combine: - One park - Two parents - One li'l bear mix gently until lunchtime4. Fold in balloon5. Nap for two hours, or until rested. Sprinkle with puzzle.

6. Next, invert two friends until they are giggling. Add cows, celery and Tilden Park. 7. Let rest until morning.

Monday, January 17, 2011

So we spent a weekend in Las Vegas with Cassidy. It's not the most toddler-friendly city, but he had fun cruising around and riding the monorail. He also liked the flamingos and the fountain at the Flamingo Hotel, and I did my best to encourage him to be an engineer at Hoover Dam. But really, anyplace where he can cuddle up and read seems to work for him.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

The holidays are over, the tree is down, and January is here. Nothing to do but brace ourselves for the long months of cold and ice and snow. Oh, wait- we live in California, not Wisconsin. Make that a few weeks of rain, followed by a return to sun and warmth. Hee hee!

As for Cassidy, he's starting to figure out how to work the cute thing, as can be seen here - he's continually practicing this pose where he puts his chin in his hand and gives you a sweet smile. I predict that he's going to be quite the heartbreaker in a few years.

He's also really excited by "scaring" people (seen below), which mostly just means running up to them and saying "boo!" or "ahh!" When we had lots of people around over Christmas, that meant lots of victims for him, but now that it's quieter, he's had to resort to scaring his stuffed animals or the Christmas tree after a few hundred times of scaring me and Holly.

Cassidy

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream.Ah, child of countless trees.Ah, child of boundless seas.What you are, what you're meant to beSpeaks his name, though you were born to me,Born to me, Cassidy...

Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac.I can tell by the way you smile he's rolling back.Come wash the nighttime clean,Come grow this scorched ground green,Blow the horn, tap the tambourineClose the gap of the dark years in betweenYou and me, Cassidy...

Quick beats in an icy heart.catch-colt draws a coffin cart.There he goes now, here she starts:Hear her cry.Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost wordsWheel to the storm and fly.

Faring thee well now.Let your life proceed by its own design.Nothing to tell now.Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.